Chimney

Written by Douglas Firestein

I’ve been keeping tabs
Watching your every move
Suckas under surveillance
It ain’t nothing new

Your girl hired me this year
Tired of the gifts you’ve given
She deserves the best Christmas
Even if you are in prison

Give her the gift she really wants
The holidays are a time for love

Gonna cut your head off
Mail it to your girl’s place
Pay her a visit then
Answer when the door rings
Put the box on the nightstand
While she torques me up
Then unload on your face
When i’m about to
COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
(Into her heart)
LIGHT HER PASSION
(Like you never could)

She seems so detached
Don’t ignore the truth
She’s unwrapping a new gift
Five inches more than you

Your girl’s crying, you hear?
From the poundin’ she’s gettin’
Now she knows the true meaning
Of a ripe ball sack sweatin’
(What the fuck?!?)

Give her the gift she really wants
The holidays are a time for love

Gonna cut your head off
Mail it to your girl’s place
Pay her a visit then
Answer when the door rings
Put the box on the nightstand
While she torques me up
Then unload on your face
When i’m about to
COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
(Into her heart)
LIGHT HER PASSION
(Like you never could)

There’s many ways to hurt you
But surely the worst is
The fact that your girl prefers
The taste of my postage

MAIL IT!

Gonna cut your head off
Mail it to your girl’s place
Pay her a visit then
Answer when the door rings
Put the box on the nightstand
While she torques me up
Then unload on your face
When i’m about to
COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
(Into her heart)
LIGHT HER PASSION
(Like you never could)